Depressing Poems I Wrote In My English Class (trigger warning)

she

She cried and cried.
She didn't know where it came from.
She poured her sorrows, her fears; her troubles into just one drop that slipped down her cheek.

She was crumbling.
She was breaking.
She was on the cusp of falling; slipping into the abyss of darkness that threatened to steal her away.

She was deflecting.
She was "fine".
She let them thing everything was OK; that emptiness that grasped it's cold hands at her throat.

She was loosing herself.
She was letting it in.
She was cutting off her friends, her life; the only things that kept her sane, happy and alive.

She pondered.
She willed the life she had to end or to fix itself.
She cried, screamed, begged for another way out but found non; nothing

She slipped.
She let it in.
She crumbled under the pressure and came tumbling, tumbling down
Into darkness.

She was quiet.
She wasn't moving.
She wasn't breathing, living; feeling as those who loved her were too late.

They were crying.
They were screaming.
They were can her name,  begging for her to come back.
But she was sleeping.